"Can't you restrain yourself a bit?"
Xiao Changda's slender fingers tightened the ink stick, and Mo Qingyue slightly lowered her head. Although her voice was still icy, it seemed to give people a sense of 'being wronged'.
Will the sister in law suffer?
Of course, she wouldn't.
However, when Mo Jianxian, who is usually high-handed and doesn't easily show emotions, reveals a 'wronged' side, it is inevitable that people will feel heartbroken for her.
Lu Jin'an is no exception, as he has known Mu Qingyue since he was ten years old. Although he is not very familiar with his sister-in-law's inner world, he has some idea about her character.
Even though he knows that his sister-in-law's "wrongedness" is seven parts pretend, when the cold and aloof sword fairy shows her "wrongedness," he still can't help but soften.
Because contrast is a major source of charm.
Lu Jin'an was just about to reach out to squeeze her cold little hand and comfort her when Mo Qingyue pretended nothing had happened, presenting the brush that had been dipped in ink to him with both hands, "Brother, write first."
Lu Jin'an stretched out his hand to take the brush in her hand, and his thoughts were somewhat complicated.
Lu Jin'an originally thought that his silent and taciturn sister-in-law would not be able to match Nán Zhī in a 'secret battle', but he didn't expect her to be quite so skilled.
Did Master teach her?
Or perhaps she learned it from somewhere else?
Lu Jin'an doesn't like to meddle, so he can only copy the list of gifts from Qingmi Palace by sitting down and writing.
Mo Qingyue's lips quickly curved into a smile, which disappeared quickly. Cutting off the sound of her sister-in-law could keep his 'soft heart' going for a longer time.
She twisted her head again, as if glancing at Zhu Nanzhi, then leaned closer to Lu Jin'an and whispered, "I'll help check for any misspellings for Brother."
Lu Jin'an looked at the black cloth covering her eyes, without speaking.
So in the eyes of others, Lu Jin'an and Mu Qingyue were like a pair of close-knit Daoist lovers - the other disciples of Wan Dao Sect had been thinking so for a long time.
But in the current atmosphere, there was a hint of an unexplainable oddness.
"The master must be sitting on pins and needles and feeling as though there are thorns on his back."
Zhao Shizé rubbed his hands together, and Jiang Wuyá frowned: "Why?"
Zhao Shizé choked, then said to Guan Wen, "Sister, you explain."
While speaking, he subtly shifted to one side without anyone noticing. After all, it would be quite frustrating to be disturbed while watching the exciting part of the 'show'.
"Your Holiness, Your Holiness..." Huanwu is now struggling to hold onto Zhu Nanzhi's wrist: "Don't be impulsive...this is Wan Dao Sect."
"I know." Zhu Nanzhi looked back at Huanwu, fully aware of the consequences of continuing to cause trouble.
Not only does it bring shame to herself, but also to her husband's face.
It's okay to lose one's own face, but not the face of her husband. There are so many close disciples of Wan Dao Sect here. If they think poorly of her husband as the older brother, what should she do?
Everyone understands the impulse to confront Mu Qingyue when she was interacting with the husband, but it wouldn't be good to keep causing trouble indefinitely.
"The eldest brother's taste in women is truly poor, and he chose such a troublesome one."
Zhu Nanzhi would not allow such a situation to arise.
Huanwu watched the saintess's face turn as cold as ice, unsure of asking: "R-really?"
Zhu Nanzhi smiled slightly, "I'm not a fool."
"Oh..." Huanwu released the saintess's wrist and staring at Lu Jin'an with a faint expression, it's all this guy...although there is a sister-in-law in the sect, he still tries to seduce the saintess.
Although she is well aware that it's not entirely Lu Jin'an's fault, as her sword attendant to the saintess, she naturally has to firmly stand on the side of the saintess.
Looking at the back of the saintess, Huanwu pursed her lips and glanced at the others from Wan Dao Sect. In fact, when she learned the true identity of 'Lu An', she felt somewhat relieved.
Just in case he really gets turned into a sword spirit by the saintess, and the two forces end up fighting, it would be another bloodbath and commotion in the cultivation world.
Because countless forces would never let go of this opportunity to realign and reset the cards.
"Although it has now narrowed down to a contest between the young generations of the two major forces, the saintess and the sword fairy, but... well, all men are fickle, and the eldest brother of Wan Dao Sect is no exception!"
Huanwu angrily thinks, she has already secretly prepared a message compass, in case there is any further change of events, she will send for the master at the earliest opportunity.
Zhu Nanzhi did not directly go over, but instead politely asked Guan Wen for a chair. Only then did she move the chair to the other side of her husband.
While she still wants to maintain her image as a cool and aloof saintess, she is not in a hurry for this moment.
Looking at the fruit platter on the table that had not been touched yet, she reached out and picked it up in front of her. Then she picked a grape and peeled it, putting it to Lu Jin'an's mouth.
"Xiang... Just as she was about to speak, she remembered the promise with her husband in Nan Zhuo Yu. Zhu Nanzhi changed her words: "Master Jin'an, have a grape to quench your thirst~"
Lu Jin'an looked at Zhu Nanzhi, who was smiling warmly, and without refusing, he opened his mouth to suck in the grape.
Feeling the soft fingertip that Zhu Nanzhi deliberately let her lips touch, Lu Jin'an couldn't help but look at his sister-in-law.
Not because his sister-in-law is colder, but because she seems to be looking at Zhu Nanzhi's fingers.
"Envious? I won't give you!" While guarding the fruit platter, Zhu Nanzhi hummed softly, then picked up a strawberry with her fingers and put the pointed tip into Lu Jin'an's mouth. Then she put the remaining half of the strawberry into her slightly open lips, and continued picking other fruits.
Mu Qingyue has been 'looking' at Zhu Nanzhi's…fingers.
"The brother's drool..."
Mu Qingyue silently thinks, her fingers unconsciously squeeze a bit tighter, but she hasn't reached the point of wanting to grab the fruit platter.
Because she knows that Zhu Nanzhi has already been intimate with her brother-in-law, because Zhu Nanzhi has obtained everything from her brother-in-law, she unconsciously has a high tolerance for these small details of Zhu Nanzhi.
"Nanzhi is a cool and sullen beauty, while the elder sister is a high and cold innocent girl."
Lu Jin'an silently analyzes, after all, during the half a year in Nan Zhuo Yu, he hasn't lost his underpants.
Involuntarily, Lu Jin'an thought of another 'saying': "Contrast is also a major source of color."
Thinking like this, Lu Jin'an suddenly felt a cold and soft touch on his right thigh; his elder sister's left hand was kneading his thigh.
Since there was no tablecloth on the long table, Zhu Nanzhi could see everything clearly.
Zhu Nanzhi's deep blue eyes narrowed slightly, pulling Mu Qingyue's left hand with her after putting the grape into Lu Jin'an's mouth. Without considering that Mu Qingyue was leaning completely into her husband's arms at the moment, she rolled up her sleeve.
The guardian stain was prominent.
Zhu Nanzhi released Mu Qingyue's hand, it's not the first time this woman has taken away the husband.
As for Brother's master Fei Wan Yuhu... she doesn't worry at all. How could that high-ranking immortal from Shen Lin Jing do something against the code of conduct?
Wan Dao Sect is not the Hehuan Sect.
"Hehe." Zhu Nanzhi chuckled lightly, speaking in a voice only the three of them could hear: "Sister Mu, you can only touch it like that."
The saintess's mockery was quite sharp: "Even after so long with Master...Master Jin'an, you haven't slept together. That's really useless."
Master Jin'an and I have slept together for half a year, every single day except during my menstrual period.~"
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